Pop the corks, open the ice cream, do a jig! I have completed Smack My Tax Up '05! All documents are bundled and off to the accountant's, tear stains and all. This feels deceptively celebratory, even though I know I will still be spinning my accountant on my shoulders and tossing him out the window when he calculates the final amount owed. See this? This is me not caring.
I have also organized my office, helped S. with a month's worth of homework, cleaned out my vacuum filter (Did anyone else know you're supposed to do this? That little Swedish man is deceptive), and baked oatmeal bars.
Did I also mention that I managed to spend the entire day with my mother and not look at my Devil's-work-blog once?
I am feeling competent. Do you have any socks that need mending? Scrapbooks that need finishing? Any countries you need united? I'm totally up to the task.
Also, can I just say that I have THE BEST commenters EVER? Always making me laugh and making me think. Not only do you guys know just what to say, but you get that my whining is temporary.
Now. Can you talk to my husband?